It was Frank. He stood hunched over growling at the two brothers as if he was a guard dog and Mikey and Gerard were the intruders. Gerard was trying to get back up and run over to Frank. It must not have fully fazed him about what Frank is now but Mikey tried his best so that Gerard wouldn't be able to run to Frank, getting himself killed. "Let me go Mikey," Gerard cried trying to struggle free.
"Gerard, you're being a fucking moron, what are you thinking? You can't run to a zombie unless you're trying to kill it! You're going to get yourself killed," Mikey yelled, holding his brother back.
"But it's Frank!" Gerard pled. "He's still in there somewhere, I know he is! Frank, it's us! Mikey and Gerard! You have to remember, you have to."
"It's not Frank, not anymore," Mikey tried convincing him, "Please, Gerard, let's go back to the cabin and hide out there for awhile. Forget about Frank!"
"No!" Gerard yelled again, trying harder than before to get free.
Eventually Mikey lost his grip on Gerard and slipped past Mikey to Frank. He ignored Mikey's cries to stop as he ran towards Frank, his white eyes were hungrily glued to Gerard as he ran closer. Mikey knew Gerard wasn't thinking strait, maybe the fall scrambled his brains up, damaging his better judgment, but no matter how far he reached out to grab him, no matter how loud he called, he still couldn't get Gerard to turn around. Mikey knew exactly how this would all play out from the moment they spotted Frank like this. Gerard would run up and hug Frank, hoping that would break some kind of curse and he'd be back to normal instead of an undead monster. But that's what wouldn't really happen. Frank would tear Gerard apart and eat him alive.
It wasn't Frank's fault that this happened, or was it? Frank did sacrifice himself so him and his brother could get away. Maybe if they tried harder to get him to come back with him they would never have to be in this situation.
Mikey was still trying to pull Gerard back when he somewhat began wrapping his arms around Frank's broken shoulders. Frank sunk his teeth into the flesh covering Gerard's neck, yanking a large bloody chunk out.
Gerard staggered away grasping onto the hole in his throat. Frank wasn't done with Gerard though, the neck meat wasn't enough to satisfy him. He toppled Gerard to the ground, pinning him to the ground with a whole new set of strength that he never had before and took another bit of Gerard, this time at the shoulder.
Those five seconds that Gerard was being a chew toy were the slowest five seconds ever. Mikey tried to act as quickly as possible by finding out where he threw the rifle then pointed it at Frank's head. "I'm so sorry," Mikey whispered as he pulled the trigger.
Frank let out a gargling noise as the bullet pierced through his skull and fell to his side next to Gerard. Mikey dropped the gun and ran over to Gerard. He could hear the thunder in the distance as he knelt down next to his dying brother. He carefully held Gerard's head in his hand and tried to think of anything to say that would make it all seem a little bit better. "It's going to be alright, Gerard. You're going to get through this, I promise."
Gerard looked up at Mikey, his eyes fading by the second. "S...sorry to brea...k it to you Mikey. Bu...t I'm go...going to half to br...eak that promise," Gerard whispered.
"No, we don't have to break the promise, we can fix up your wounds some how and we'll be able to get through this. Please don't go, you're all I have left, don't go," Mikey whispered barely to even choke out the last part.
"Shhh," Gerard tried to calm Mikey down, "Everything will be alright, you'll be alright."
"Gerard," Mikey whispered, "I can't do that."
"You half to," Gerard began coughing up blood. It ran from his mouth then down onto his chin.
"I...I'm so sorry," he stuttered before his breathing stopped and was lifeless in his younger brother's arms.
"No, Gerard please. Come back, please come back," Mikey cried leaning head closer to the corpse leaning into his arms.
Mikey wasn't sure how long he sat there but at sometime it started raining. By now it was pouring, leaving puddles in the dirt. It almost seemed as if the sky was crying with him as he looked down at Gerard and Frank's dead bodies layer across the ground. However the longer the rain fell, the more he got a hold of himself, knowing what to do next. Carefully he set Gerard's head down and stood up, running as fast as he could back to the cabin.
He remembered seeing a shovel laying against the wall somewhere. If he couldn't bring them back to life, then the least he could do was to burry them so they wouldn't become someone's next meal. When he entered the small space they were living in over a day ago Mikey almost tripped over the pile of boxes he barley remembered Gerard arguing with Frank about. Saying how 'there's no room for that in here'.
Mikey lightly smiled at the memory, even though he was barely awake when it all happened. He turned away from the boxes to the shovel that was still nicely placed against the wall. Quickly he grabbed it and ran back to Frank and Gerard.
He was relieved that when he got back the two corpses weren't being devoured by anything. Mikey began digging even as the rain continued to poor and the thunder boomed over head and the lighting flashed lighting up the world for a split second.
After the first grave was dug, he threw down the shovel and went over to pick up Gerard. As carefully as he could, Mikey laid Gerard down in the freshly dug hole in the Earth, saying good bye one last time before picking up the shovel and throwing the dirt into the grave.
After Gerard's was finished, he began starting on Frank's. Repeating the process of gingerly picking up Frank, setting him down, saying a final good bye and piling the dirt on him, Mikey stood at the base of the grave sights and just stared. Unsure of what to really do at the moment, he did nothing. He just closed his eyes and let the rain poor over him.
Eventually he knew what he would do next. He looked up at the sky as a bolt of lightning stretched across the sky, listened to the thunder booming though his ears. He looked down at the trees and felt as if he lost his mind. Almost as he was just possessed by some unknown spirit. Tightly he gripped the shovel and began walking.
As he walked the rain kept dripping from his hair into his eyes. But at this point, little things like that no longer bothered him. Each step he took added to the fire that was fueling his rage. He kept thinking that through this, he was the only one who truly had to suffer. He had to kill two of his best friends, watch one of his best friends almost eat his brother alive, then watch his brother die in his arms. So screw the world, he just wanted it all to be over.
For some reason, one memory passed though all these chaotic thoughts that caused him to stop in his path; that little pond he found a few days ago. Maybe he could just go live there, if it wasn't destroyed yet, instead of going through with his suicide plan. "What's paradise with no one to spend it with," Mikey hissed quietly to himself throwing out the though.
He swung the shovel up and rested the handle on his shoulder. What he was going to do was simple, at least to him it was. He ran though the plan in his head again and again, 'I'm going to go, but now without taking out as many of these flesh eating assholes down with me as I can.'
Still, the more and more he walked, the more the rage was being fueled up. "Where are you?" Mikey shouted into the frigid rain. "You took everything! Made me do things I thought I would never have to do! So now why don't you come and fucking get me? So bring it on you motherfuckers. Bring. It. On."
After a minute of yelling into the sky his 'prayers' were answered. There was a low growling behind him. He turned around and spotted a mangy wolf standing about ten feet from where he was. The disease must have gotten to it too because it's eyes were pale and it's knotted up fur was missing large patches all over it's body. Just like any other zombie he's seen, it's mouth was dripping with the substances of it's last meal.
It wasn't what he really expected, but a zombie's a zombie and he's still going to take down as many as him and his shovel can manage. Mikey took a step forward but in response the ragged wolf let out a high pitched scream like howl. He didn't know much about wolves, but he did know that isn't what they normally sounded like.
Seconds later it sounded like a hundred feet running across the ground, louder than the thunder that echoed over head. They all twisted in with the trees and plants that where around where Mikey and the first wolf were standing. The growled and barks and other noises they were making sounded like a combination of metal being dragged over gravel and chalkboards.
His eyes darted from left to right watching the ratted wolves circle around him. All he had to defend himself with was his shovel. The wolves began circling him but Mikey gave them all a sly smile and harshly said, "Devour me, if you can."
That's all they needed him to say. With a screeching howl, the first wolf charged after him, followed by the others. He only managed to kill three of them before the rest of the pack chewed through the soft barrier that was holding everything inside that was keeping him alive.
The tremendous force of the wolves jaw was multiplied by the virus. A few of them latched onto his skull biting through it as if it was a fresh piece of bread. In a way, he was lucky that was one of the first major bites to happen to him as he was pulled down by the massive animals, allowing him to die quickly, not feeling any pain after the fangs sank into his brain.
Then the weirdest thing seemed to happen. He opened his eyes and looked down at the wolves who were chewing his corpse up. Only now did he truly understand how stupid his plan was. He was so caught up by revenge and rage to understand what he was leading himself into. He suddenly felt a hand tap down on his shoulder. Startled, he gasped and turned around seeing Ray looking at him, "Hey Mikey."
Mikey's eyes widened and he lurched forward tightly hugging him. "I'm so sorry I had to kill you," Mikey whispered.
"What? No apologies for me?" he heard someone sarcastically say behind him.
Mikey let go of Ray and turned around seeing Frank and Gerard approaching him. Mikey smiled and hugged them both. "Yeah, I'm sorry for killing you as well, Frank."
"Well," Gerard said rubbing his hands together, "Now that we're all here, let's go."
"Go where?" Mikey asked.
"Off to rule Hell of coarse," Ray joked.
"Really?" Mikey asked a little excited.
Gerard laughed, "Who knows. But apparently we're suppose to close our eyes and wait and see."
They all stood in a circle-square and closed their eyes, waiting for whatever would come. Moments later they all began fading until the images of them seemed to evaporate into nothingness...
